Conference Calls (An Asa/Zane/Avi/Felix fourway story) (Patreon)

As always, here's my disclaimer. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE TO THINK OF THESE GUYS SEXUALLY DON'T READ IT. If you do read and regret it, don't tell me about it. Don't yell at me, please don't tell me that its not in my characters personalities to do what they're doing. Just...don't. This will never appear in the main books. EVER. There will never be any talk of a sexual relationship in the main books. EVER. This is strictly bonus content for those who want it. If you DID like this story and want the part two just comment and let me know. 

Last disclaimer: This is unedited. I did this just for fun. 

Felix

Even though the sun was blazing through the windows, Felix and Zane were still in bed. Not their own separate beds, but the bed in the spare room. The group bed. Zane had never changed out of his black and red checkered pajama pants—the perks of working from home—but Felix had gone through all the effort of readying himself for the day, only to end up back in Zane’s sweatpants and Avi’s sleeveless shirt.

It wasn’t often the two were home all alone, but when they were it was usually all snuggles and movies. All the things that made Asa and Avi fidget and whine. While the twins were polar opposites in many ways, when it came to sitting still for any length of time, they were like toddlers, squirming and complaining and finding any excuse to escape the confines of the sofa.

Felix wasn’t supposed to be home. He was supposed to be at his loft, sketching new designs for the spring line. But he just couldn’t do it. He’d done all the things. He’d gotten up, showered, gotten dressed, kissed Zane and Asa goodbye and then he and Avi had left for work.

Once there, Felix had made his tea and opened his email. And that was when everything had fallen apart. He shouldn’t have let it bother him. It was just a stupid, one-off article. Not even an article. More like a blog post. But he’d been running on fumes before he’d even gotten out of bed and that had been the last straw.

Which was how he’d come to be in Zane’s arms, snuggling in the group bed. Zane sat with his back against the headboard, Felix propped between his open legs, his head resting on Zane’s belly.

“Who even reads fashion blogs,” Zane assured him. “Especially by some nobody named Bradley Fuckface?” Actually, it was Fredrickson, but fuckface worked for Felix. He was a fuckface.

Felix nodded, accepting another piece of popcorn, letting his eyes close as Zane carded his fingers through Felix’s hair. “I know, right? Does he have his own fashion label?”

“Nope,” Zane said, popping his p’s.

“Did he design a dress for the Oscars?” Felix asked.

“He did not.”

“Exactly,” Felix said, letting delicate fingers toy with the skin just above the waistband of his pajama pants, smiling when Zane made that happy little sound he made whenever someone gave him unprompted affection. Felix rolled onto his stomach, inching his way up until his head was on Zane’s chest, snaking his arms around him.

Zane was one of Felix’s safest spaces, second only to Avi. He was soft and radiated warmth and sunshine like a puppy. He was the light in their world of darkness. The thought made Felix smile wider. Avi called Felix an alley cat in a rhinestone collar. Yet, he’d somehow married a golden retriever. And now he had his very own squirmy labrador puppy who wanted nothing more than to snuggle with Felix all day and get as many pets as he could manage.

Felix’s eyes widened. Well, maybe not nothing more. Changing position made it obvious that Zane was half hard beneath him. It wasn’t like it didn’t happen. Asa and Avi understood full well the relationship Felix and Zane shared. There was affection, love, a weirdly familial connection that sometimes became sexual.

There were boundaries. Of course, there were. They were both married to other people. Happily married. Blissfully married. But the four of them were also a unit. But there were rules. Felix and Zane could kiss. Make out. Jerk each other off. Even rub off on each other. But no penetration. Not with fingers or anything else. Blow jobs and eating out were only allowed when Asa and Avi were present and participating.

It wasn’t like these ground rules were a hardship. Often they were completely unnecessary. The affection between the two of them had far more to do with comfort than with sexual gratification. But sometimes one or both of them just needed more, needed to get off, get out of their own heads, needed their version of—what did Noah called it?—Oh, yeah. Slow boning. Just without the bone. With Avi and Asa it was raw, wild. All teeth and claws and passion that sometimes made it hard to breathe.

With Felix and Zane it was soft and slow and just…comfortable. Easy.

“Somebody’s happy,” Felix teased, pressing a kiss to Zane’s chest.

“Sorry,” Zane said.

“Don’t be sorry,” Felix said, kissing Zane’s chest, then along his sternum. “You want me to help you with that?”

Zane gave a contented sigh, rocking into Felix. “Kinda. But I also kinda want the boys to come home.”

Felix did too. Being with Zane was fun and sweet and sexy, but Felix desperately wanted to get fucked. Hard. The kind of sex where he was stuffed so full of Avi he couldn’t think of anything else. But he also kind of wanted to watch Zane get fucked too. Watching Asa manhandle Zane was a weirdly twisted fetish Felix never would have guessed he had.

If Zane didn’t like what Asa did to him, Felix would feel like a monster. But Zane fucking loved it. He loved being slapped, spanked, bitten. He loved it when Asa made him cry, made him hurt. Zane looked so pretty when he cried. He looked so pretty when Asa was using him up, breeding him.

And Felix liked to watch. He liked getting fucked while he watched Asa punish Zane. He couldn’t help it. Felix was a visual creature and watching two people find their pleasure while Avi was invading him in every possible way just did it for him. Sometimes Asa would let Felix play too. Sometimes.

Fuck, now Felix was hard too. So hard. He rolled to Zane’s side, draping himself  half over him. “I have an idea.”

“Okay?” Zane said, clearly confused.

Felix picked up his phone and clicked a button. Asa and Avi’s profile pics appeared side by side as the phone connected.

Avi answered first. “Hello?”

Before Felix could say anything, Asa answered, grinning when he saw the two of them wrapped around each other in the group bed. “Uh, what’s up, Lois?”

“Zane’s up,” Felix teased, his thumb tracing the outline of his cock now tenting his pants. “You guys should come home and play with us.” He pouted. “We’re lonely.”

Avi smirked. “You don’t look lonely.” After a second, he frowned. “How did you get home? I just dropped you at work two hours ago.”

Felix shrugged. “I Uber’d. I…was having a bad day.”

Avi’s face was an instant thunderstorm. “A bad day? Why? What happened.”

Felix sighed. This was why he’d gone home to Zane and not to Avi’s work. “It’s nothing,”

Zane clearly didn’t agree. “Some overly botoxed bitch named Bradley Fuckface said Felix’s designs were ‘trying too hard’ and that he was already a has-been at barely twenty-three.” Felix gaped at him. Zane’s eyes went wide. “What? That’s what he said. I didn’t say it was true.”

Felix pouted. “Yeah, but you didn’t have to say it out loud.”

“Why didn’t you call me?” Avi asked, voice icy.

Felix rolled his eyes. “For exactly this reason. You’re all growly and in attack mode like I can’t take care of myself. I didn’t want to talk about it and I didn’t want Zane to have to do a YouTube video about Bradley Fredrickson’s untimely death when you went bat shit and dragged him behind a moving car or something.”

Avi’s eyes lit up. “Oh, we’ve never dragged anybody behind a moving car before.”

Felix rolled his eyes, letting his hand skim up Zane’s chest, his fingers playing with his nipple. “Focus, boys.”

“Oh, I”m laser focused,” Avi promised, panning the camera down so they could see he was hard. Felix didn’t ask if it was them or the idea of dragging someone behind a car. Honestly, it could have been either.

“How about you,” Zane asked Asa.

Asa arched a brow. “Is that even a question, Lois?”

Zane gave Asa those wide innocent eyes, biting his lip for a split second before saying, “Show me?”

Asa slowly tilted the camera, revealing his form fitting black button down shirt and tailored pinstripe pants. He only dressed like that on days he was set to be in meetings. There was no mistaking the hard outline of his cock behind his zipper.

Zane was practically salivating over the sight of his husband’s cock.

“Come play with us,” Felix teased, palming Zane through his pajama pants. “We need orgasms and chocolate cake.”

“I have a meeting in forty-five minutes,” Asa said, clearly irritated now that he had a better offer.

“Same. I’m meeting with Denali about the merger in an hour,” Avi reminded him.

Felix arranged his features into a pout. “You guys are the bosses. Rearrange some things. I think Zane needs to be punished. And I want to watch.”

“Christ,” Asa muttered. “I’m going to ban video conference calls if you two don’t behave.”

“We don’t want to behave. We’re horny,” Zane whined, taking Felix’s hand and sliding it down his pants. “Please come home?”

“We can’t,” Avi said. “Yet.” Felix huffed, but Avi was still talking. “But there’s no reason you two can’t play and we can’t watch. Right, Asa?”

Asa rocketed forward in his office chair, slamming his finger down on a button on his phone. “Jeanie, put me on do not disturb until my meeting.” He disconnected without waiting for his assistant to answer.

Felix grinned. He punched two buttons on his phone and the twins went from his phone screen to the screen mounted on the wall, which technically wasn’t a television but a computer monitor…with a webcam.

He set the phone down and rolled onto all fours above Zane, leaning down to give him a kiss that lingered.

“Turn sideways,” Avi said. “We want the full view.”

Asa grunted in agreement. “Yeah, we need a better angle.”

Felix moved so Zane could lay across the bed, before sinking down on top of him, rolling his hips until their cocks crashed together providing that toe-curling pleasure that made him shiver.

The boys stayed silent while Felix licked his way into Zane’s mouth. He clutched at Felix’s t-shirt, trying to grind himself on Felix’s dick, already whimpering and needy. Yeah, that was why Felix loved to watch. It was so easy to push him.

There was the distinct sound of a zipper lowering. They turned to see Asa had freed his thick cock and was stroking it slowly, eyes nailed to them.

Avi had his hand in his pants, but Felix could tell he was stroking himself as well. They did appreciate a good show. Felix dipped his head to suck at Zane’s nipple, moaning at the sharp tang of his skin.

“Bite it,” Asa rasped.

Felix did as Asa asked, then tugged at it for good measure, his cock throbbing when Zane cried out. He soothed the wounded flesh with his tongue, before giving the other nipple the same treatment.

“You like that, Lois?” Asa asked, his breath quickening.

Zane turned hazy eyes to the screen. “Yes. But I want you.”

“I’ll be there,” Asa grunted. “Now, be a good boy and pay attention.”

Zane’s lids fluttered, then he turned that needy gaze to him. Asa just had that hold over him. It was crazy to watch. Felix had never believed in the idea of incubus until he saw the near magical chokehold Asa had on Zane. It was sexy as fuck.

“Take his pants off, kitten,” Avi said.

Felix sat back, saying, “Lift up for me.”

Zane did what he was told. He always did. He was good like that. It’s what made Asa so feral. Felix got that. While there was power in submission, there was a thrill in controlling another person that was hard to explain. But Felix felt it every time he was with Avi. Avi was a vicious unrepentant monster, but he bowed to Felix. To only Felix. There was nothing more powerful than that.

But Felix didn’t abuse his power. He couldn’t say the same about Asa. Asa was a sadist in the purest sense of the word. You couldn’t just hand over that kind of power to someone like him and not expect repercussions. Those repercussions were grafted all over Zane’s body. And Felix found it kind of beautiful, no different than the scars he’d left on Avi with his blade.

With Zane naked, Felix began to kiss his bruises. The fingerprint shaped bruises on his neck, the purple one shaped almost like a heart just over his right nipple, the marks Asa had left on Zane’s hips when he’d gripped him tight to pound into him. The bite mark scar on his shoulder. “You’re so pretty,” Felix said.

Zane was already so far gone. “No, you are.”

“Now you,” Asa said. “Get him naked, Lois.”

Zane sat up, reaching for the hem of Felix’s shirt, pulling it up and over his head, before tossing it off the bed, kissing his rib cage, even as his hands went for the waistband of his sweatpants. He dragged them down to mid thigh, but not all the way off, stopping to grab Felix’s ass and place another kiss on his hip.

Felix clenched his hands in Zane’s curls, resisting the urge to force his head down, to press his cock between his lips and fuck into his throat. Zane’s mouth was perfect. Hot and tight. And he always moaned and whined when he was being used like that. But that was against the rules when Asa and Avi were gone.

“Suck him, Lois. Look how bad he’s aching for your mouth,” Asa growled.

Zane looked to Felix and then the screen. “But I thought…”

Asa’s look practically melted the screen. “We’re here. We’re right here. Right, Avi.”

“You should suck each other. Together. Right now,” Avi said, his cock now in hand, in full view of the camera.

“Do you want to, baby?” Felix asked, knowing sometimes Zane wouldn’t refuse even if he wanted to.

Zane swallowed hard, then nodded. “Yes, please.”

“Lie back,” Felix said.

Once Zane was on his back, Felix finished disrobing, then straddled Zane’s head facing his toes, settling over him slowly. Felix gasped when Zane took him in hand, sucked the head of his cock, before swallowing him all the way down to the root. “Oh, fuck.”

Felix licked over Zane’s hip bones, the angle only allowing for him to lick over the crown of Zane’s cock, moaning as the taste of precum exploded on his tongue.

He couldn’t stop himself from fucking into Zane’s mouth. “Fuck, that feels so good, baby.”

Zane whimpered, sending a shock of ecstasy along his nerve endings. Felix took the head of Zane’s cock between his lips sucking noisily. He started to whine, rolling his hips upward in an attempt to get deeper.

“Suck him, kitten,” Avi rumbled. “Look how desperate he is.”

Felix pulled free of Zane’s mouth so he could return the favor, sucking him from base to tip in long hard pulls. Zane whined, but then hands were spreading Felix open, a soft tongue sliding over his hole.

Felix moaned.

“Fuck, that’s hot. That’s it, Lois. Taste him. Fuck your tongue into his hole. Does he taste good?” Asa asked, voice raw, the tension in his tone telling Felix he was barely hanging on.

Zane didn’t answer, just fucked his tongue against Felix with more determination until he was the whining around Zane’s cock.

“Open your legs for him, Lois. Let him finger your hole.”

The rules were clearly all out the window today. That was fine with Felix. He was so ready to prepare Zane for Asa. There was no doubt this was only the rehearsal. Later would be the show and it would star all four of them.

“Oh, fuck yeah. Finger him, kitten. Open him up,” Avi grunted. “You two look so fucking hot like this.”

Zane gave a half-bitten sound, his legs falling open, Felix continued to suck him, his fingers disappearing into the crease of his ass to tease over Zane’s hole.

The lube was all the way on the other side of the room, so Felix just spit on his fingers, knowing full well Zane could handle it. When his first finger sank inside, Zane buried his face against Felix’s balls, sucking and licking at them like he was just desperate for anything he could get.

“Does that feel good, Lois?” Asa asked. “You like having the spit-slick finger working your hole open for me?” he asked, breath hitching.

“Yes,” Zane gasped, his hand wrapping around Felix’s cock, pumping it even as he went back to licking over his hole. “Oh, fuck it feels so good.’

“You want another finger? I think you need another one,” Avi said, his voice a low rumble.

“Yes, please,” Zane managed.

Jesus. Felix was hot and cold, a full body shiver rolling over him as Zane jerked him. He spit on his fingers again, this time forcing two past that tight ring of muscle. Zane whimpered, but lifted his hips to force Felix’s fingers deeper.

Felix took Zane’s cock back into his mouth, sucking him noisily as he pumped fingers in and out of him, twisting and turning until Zane was whining and moaning, his face buried in Felix’s ass once again, licking and sucking, no longer even stroking him but just letting him fuck his fist.

The friction of Zane’s dry palm against Felix’s cock should have hurt, it should have been almost too painful, but it wasn’t. It was perfect. So perfect. He was so close. He was going to come any second. He could feel it, the shocky pulses of pleasure that shot through his blood with each tug until he couldn’t even control the way the fucked Zane’s fist.

Zane was getting noisier. His tongue sloppy against his hole as he just moaned and whined and begged into Felix’s skin. It was only when Asa gave a hoarse snarl, letting them know he’d come that Zane seemed to let go too, his release flooding Felix’s tongue, his hole spasming around his fingers.

Felix’ own orgasm came moments later, his whole body locking up as it crashed over him, sucking him down into a sort of haze. He heard Avi coming. He wasn’t ever loud about it, but there was a bit of a grunt and then a groan, then his breathing evened out.

Felix rolled off Zane, collapsing next to him on the bed, his head still near Zane’s thigh.

“You two stay right where you are. We’ll be home soon.”

Neither of them spoke. Felix was too busy sucking air into his lungs. Still, he managed a weak thumbs up. “Love you.”

“Love you,’ Zane echoed.

“Love you, too,” the twins said at the same time.

Then they were gone, leaving Zane and Felix in the silence. Felix rolled towards Zane, resting his cheek on his thigh. Always, a little worried this might be an encounter Zane regretted. “You good?”

Zane managed to raise his head up to look at him. “Yeah, I’m always good. Are you good?”

Felix grinned, relieved. “Yeah. Wanna order takeout?”